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Speak not, reply not, do not answer me :
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought
bless'd,

That God had sent us but this only child;
But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding! *

Nurse. God in heaven bless her!-
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your
tongue,

Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
Nurse. I speak no treason.
Cap. O God ye good den!

Nurse. May not one speak?
Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!

Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, For here we need it not.

At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been

To have her match'd: and having now pro

vided

A gentleman of princely parentage,

Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd (as they say,) with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man,-
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer-Pll not wed,-I cannot love,
I am too young,-I pray you, pardon me ;-
But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
Graze where you will, you shall not house with

me;

Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise :
An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the
streets,

For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn.

us

[Exit.

Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a

word; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

[Exit. Jul. O God!-0 nurse! how shall this be prevented?

My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth ?-Comfort me, counsel me.-
Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stra-
tagems

Upon so soft a subject as myself!

What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy ? Some comfort, nurse.

Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis: Romeo

Te banished; and all the world to nothing,
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge

Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.
Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nurse. From my soul too;

Or else beshrew them both.

La. Cap. You are too hot.
Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, I'll to the friar, to know his remedy;
If all else fail, myself have power to die.

night, late, early,

[Exit..

you;

Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the county.
Oh! he's a lovely gentleman!
Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye,
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you happy in this second match,
For it excels your first; or if it did not,

Base woman.

Jul. Amen!

Nurse. To what?

Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.

Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeas'd iny father, to Laurence' cell, To make confession, and to be absolv'd. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!

Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath prais'd him with above com-

pare

So many thousand times ?—Go, counsellor ; Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.

ACT IV.

SCENE I-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, and PARIS. Fri. On Thursday, Sir? the time is very short.

Par. My father Capulet will have it so; And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.

Fri. You say you do not know the lady's mind:

Uneven is the course, I like it not.

Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybali's death,

And therefore have I little talk'd of love;

For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous,
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway;
And, in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
May be put from her by society:

Now do you know the reason of this haste.
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be
slow'd.
[Aside.
Look, Sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

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tears.

Jul. The tears have got small victory by
that;

For it was bad enough, before their spite.
Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with
that report.

Jul. That is no slander, Sir, that is a truth;
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast sland-
der'd it.

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Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Or shall I come to you at evening mass? Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter,

comes

And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning
[dead:
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou
Then (as the manner of our country is,)
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
devo-Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
And hither shall he come: and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame;
If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Jul. Give me, O give me ! tell me not of fear.
Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and
prosperous

now :

My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Par. God shield, I should disturb tion!

Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you :
Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

[Exit PARIS. Jul. O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,

Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past help!

Fri. Ah! Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits : I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue On Thursday next be married to this county. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,

it,

Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I'll help it presently.
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou
hands:

our

And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,
Give me some present counsel; or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that
Which the commission + of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

[hope,

Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent. If, rather than to marry county Paris, Thou hadst the strength of will to slay thyself; Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.

Jul. O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of youder tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, [bears; O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's

roaring

rattling

bones,

With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me
tremble:
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give

consent

To marry Paris; Wednesday is to-morrow;
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
Take thou this phial, being then in bed,
And this distilled liquor drink thou off:
When, presently, through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep
His natural progress, but surcease to beat :
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,
Like death when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part, depriv'd of supple goverument,
Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like
death:

And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours,

Decide the struggle between me and my distresses. † Authority or power.

In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Jul. Love, give me strength and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-A Room in CAPULET's House. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, NURSE, and SERVANTS.

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.[Exit SERVANT. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

2 Serv. You shall have none ill, Sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.

Cap. How canst thou try them so?

2 Serv. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.

Cap. Go, begone.—

(Exit SERVANT. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.-What is my daughter gone to friar Laurence! Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her:

A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

Enter JULIET.

Nurse. See, where she comes from shrist • with merry look.

Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you been gadding?

Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the Of disobedient opposition

[HAT

To you and your behests; + and am enjoin’d
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you. [you!

Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this; [ing. I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow mornJul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence'

cell; And gave him what becomed love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,stand up:

This is as't should be.-Let me see the county;
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.-
Now, afore God, this reverend boly friar,
All our whole city is much bound to him.
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my
closet,

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La. Cap. Good night!

Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
[Exeunt Lady CAPULET and NURSE.
Jul. Farewell!-God knows, when we shall
meet again.

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my
veins,

That almost freezes up the heat of life:
I'll call them back again to comfort me :-
Nurse!-What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.-
Come phial.-

What if this mixture do not work at all?
Must I of force be married to the county ?~
No, uo;-this shall forbid it :-lie thou there.-
[Laying down a Dagger.
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly bath minister'd to have me dead,
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear, it is and yet methinks it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man :
I will not entertain so bad a thought.-
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me ? there's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

To whose foul mouth no healthsome

breathes in,

And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Or, if I live, is it not very like
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,-
As in a vault, and ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years,

tones

the

Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd ;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they

That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;
Oh! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, t
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints?

say,

At some hours in the night spirits resort ;~
Alack, alack is it not like that I,
So early waking,-what with loathsome smells;
And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the
earth,

And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ↑
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point:-Stay, Tybalt, stay!--
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
[She throws herself on the Bed
SCENE IV.-CAPULET'S Hall.

The fabulous accounts of the plant called a mandrake give it a degree of animal life, and when it is torn from the ground it groans, which is fatal to him that

pulls it up.

1 Distracted

Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Enter CAPULET.

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock. bath crow'd,

The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:-
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for cost.

Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go,
Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow
For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd

ere now

[Exit. Cap. 'Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson! ha, Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith 'tis day : The county will be hear with music straight, [Music within. For so he said he would. I hear him near :Nurse!-Wife! what, ho!-what, Nurse, I say! Enter NURSE.

air

Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come al-
ready:
Make haste, I say!
[Exeunt.
SCENE V.-JULIET'S Chamber; JULIET on
the Bed.

Enter NURSE.

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse hunt +
in your time:

But I will watch you from such watching-now,
[Exeunt Lady CAPULET and NURSE.
Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !-Now,
fellow,
What's there?

Enter SERVANTS with Spits, Logs, and
Baskets.

1 Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know
not what.

Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 SERV.]
Sirrah, fetch drier logs;

Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are.
2 Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out

logs,
And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Nurse. Mistress !-what, mistress !-Juliet!
-fast, I warrant her, she :-
Why, lamb-why, lady !--fle, you slug-a-bed !---
Why, love, I say!-madam! sweet-heart !—
why, bride!

What, not a word ?—you take your pennyworths
now;
[rant,
Sleep for a week :-for the next night, I war-
The county Paris hath set up his rest,
That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me,
(Marry and amen !) how sound is she asleep!
Ì needs must wake her :- Madam, madam,
madam !
Ay, let the county, take you in your bed;

The room where pies were made.
+ Mouse was a term of endearment to a woman.

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La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse. O lamentable day!

young.

La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day!

Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary

La. Cap. O me, O me! my child, my only On this fair corse; and as the custom is,

life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-
Help, help!-call help.

In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Enter CAPULET.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.

Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day!

she's

La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, dead, she's dead.

she's

Cap. Ha! let me see her :-Out, alas!
cold;
Her blood is settled; and her jonts are stiff;
Life and these lips have long been separated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Accursed time! unfortunate old man!

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And all the better is it for the maid:
Your part in her you could not keep from death;
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was-her promotion;
For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd:
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
Oh! in this love, you love your child so ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
She's not well married, that lives married long;
But she's best married, that dies married

SICIANS.

Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to
church?

Cap. Ready to go, but never to return:
O son, the night before thy wedding-day
Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there
lies,

Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's.
Par. Have I thought long to see this
ing's face,

Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Our solemu hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
Fri. Sir, you go in,-and, madam, go with
him ;-

And go, Sir Paris ;-every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill;
Move them no more, by crossing their bigh will.
[Exeunt CAPULET, Lady CAPU-
LET, PARIS, and FRIAR.
1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and
be gone.

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah! put up;

Enter PETER.

Pet. Musicians, O musicans, Heart's ease, heart's ease; O an you will have me live, play she-heart's ease.

1 Mus. Why heart's ease?

Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!-
O love! O life !-not life, but love in death!

Cup. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd,

kill'd!

put up;

For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
[Erit NURSE.
1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be

amended.

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Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself plays-My heart is full of woe: ✔ play me some merry dump to comfort me.

And doth it give me such a sight as this?
La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hate-
ful day!

Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.
Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful
day!

Most lamentable day? most woeful day,
That ever ever I did yet behold!

O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woeful day, O woeful day!

Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, iron dagger :-Answer me like men:

slain !

In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,

2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to now.

Pet. You will not then?

2 Mus. No.

Pet. I will then give it you soundly.

1 Mus. What will you give us?

Pet. No money, on my faith, but the gleek:+ I will give you the minstrel.

1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving

creature.

Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, I'll fa you: Do you note me?

1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my

When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music, with her silver sound;

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Pet. Pretty too!-What say you,
Soundpost?

3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.
Pet. 0 I cry you mercy! you are the singer:
I will say for you. It is music with her silver
sound, because such fellows as you have seldom
gold for sounding :-

Then music, with her silver sound,
With speedy help doth lend redress.
[Exit singing.

1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same?
2 Mus. Hang bim, Jack! Come, we'll in here;
tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.

[Exeunt.

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James | A beggarly account of empty boxes,

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead;
(Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to
think.)

And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.
Ab me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy?

And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you

thus:

Your looks are pale and wild, and do import

Some misadventure.

Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
Bal. No, my good lord.

Rom. No matter: get thee gone,
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
[Exit BALTHAZAR.
O mischief, thou art

Let's see for means:

swift

To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
I do remember an apothecary,-
And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meager were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
fill-shap'd fishes'; and about his shelves

Enter BALTHAZAR.

News from Verona!-How now, Balthazar ?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be of

ill;

This act is now introduced by a solemn dirge, and

faneral service.

+ 1. e. Love. 1 Herbs.

|

And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house:
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.—
What, ho! apothecary!

Enter APOTHECARY.

Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said-
And if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O this same thought did but forerun my
need ;

Ap. Who calls so loud?

Rom. Come hither, man.-I see that thou art poor;

Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer
As will disperse itself through all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead,
And that the trunk may be discharg'd of
breath

As violently, as hasty powder fir'd
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Man-
tua's law

Is death, to any he that utters them.

Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretch-
edness,

And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's
law:

Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
And presently took post to tell it you:
O pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, Sir.

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.

Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars!-Farewell; buy food and get thyself in flesh.-
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me

paper,

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell.
Enter Friar JOHN.

The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor but break it, and take this.

Ap. My poverty, but not my will, con

sents.

Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will. And drink it off; and, if you had the strength twenty inen, it would despatch you straight.

Rom. There is thy gold: worse poison to men's souls,

Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell :

John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
Enter Friar LAURENCE.

Lau. This same should be the voice of friar
John.-

Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo?
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
John. Going to find a barefoot brother out,
One of our order to associate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick,

And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us
forth;

there was

Mantua
So that my speed to
stay'd.
Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo?
John. I could
not send it, here it is

again,

• Stuff.

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